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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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happiness

Meeting Destiny

Standing in front of my destiny For so long it felt like deja vu Have I been here before? I seem to recognize you But in that foggy way Where you don't really want to say anything For fear it's... Continue Reading →

The Cabin

I opened the door and felt freedom to my heart. The air outside was cold and crisp which was a stark contrast to the cozy cabin I'd been snuggled up in all day by the crackling fire. As I stood... Continue Reading →

What you mean in Oz

Once important people Are no longer so important Opinions that once mattered Voices once respected Have now been silenced in the mind The golden bridge that's been crossed Can't be burned from memory But won't be crossed back over That... Continue Reading →

Simple love

Just let me love you more than a bee loves a flower because without some sort of simple love and hope, much like the bee without the flower, and the world without pollen, I might go extinct I just want... Continue Reading →

Taking Time

Time runs fine away like grains of sand thru my hand I cannot catch it and control it any better than the waves are able to on the beach The words allude my pen and are the mistress of moments... Continue Reading →

Gift of Grace

Give me eyes to see the reality and perspective of the world around me Give me ears to do more than just hear, to really listen Give me a tongue to speak gentle truths and kind compliments Give me a... Continue Reading →

The Good Life

Every step I take leads me to you Closer and closer although often with wreckless abandon Falling head over feet, no rhyme or reason But merely moving closer Tripping stumbling falling Getting back up, more sure of myself each time... Continue Reading →

Take the Leap

And we get to a point where we reflect on what's really important in our lives What we want from life, what we are willing to accept, and aren't, and where we want to go, and what we're willing to... Continue Reading →

Open Letter For Christmas

There’s a small window in this room of oddities. It’s so dusty and dirty you can’t see to the outside. It doesn’t look like it’s been cleaned in months – or ever. I’m not sure where it would look out... Continue Reading →

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